The Proud Walkers
When I hear the hypercritical quarreling
about grammar and style, the position of the particles etc., etc., stretching
or contracting every speaker to certain rules, … I see they forget that
the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural,
as much as the voice of a brute, or an interjection: first of all, mother
tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially, your
truest poetical sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb's bleat. The
grammarian is often one who can neither cry nor laugh, yet thinks he
can express human emotions. So the posture-masters tell you how you
shall walk, . . . but so the beautiful walkers are not made.
THOSE are Thoreau's
words, and we wish that we had read them years ago, instead of just last
week. It has taken us years to reach an understanding that Thoreau could
have given us in less than a minute. No matter how hard you try to be
thoughtful, ignorance must set you to reinventing the wheel.
We once did fuss a bit over "particles,
etc., etc.," but even then we held that the splitting of infinitives,
for instance, was, like the celibacy of the clergy, a matter of discipline
rather than doctrine. We have not been deaf to the lamb's bleat. "It
is often true," we have said, "that the language of the unschooled
[so unlike the language of the schoolers] is clear, accurate, powerful,
and even beautiful, for those merits do not depend on tricks of grammar."
And we have often lacerated the inane or mendacious language of the schoolers
who can not achieve any one of those merits even when they have
achieved the "basic minimum competency" thought suitable to
So we are far less chastened than encouraged
and enlightened by Thoreau's words. He has given us the key, the mot
so juste that we suddenly remember that juste is a word
that goes with justice. How better can we understand the affected
and improbable language of the educationist than as the unwittingly ludicrous
display of the smug posture-master?
But Thoreau gives even us more. The proper
work of the wise is surprisingly often nothing more than providing the
rest of us with exactly the right words. So it is that new ways of understanding
come forth, for understanding is the making of statements, and
statements about statements. In one happy phrase, Thoreau has made the
fine and unexpected distinction between Mother Tongue, a concept so familiar
that we usually don't stop to think about what we might take it to mean,
and the unfamiliar Farther Tongue, which has always been lurking in the
possibilities of language. Thinking, after all, is nothing more than rummaging
about in the possibilities of language. And the thinker is one who regularly
answers the question that ordinarily puts an end to thought: What more
can I say?
Accordingly, we have gone rummaging through
back issues looking for examples through which we might understand that
"artificial or father tongue." It was easy. We quickly found
The findings suggest that psychosexuality
constructs of agency/communion can be meaningfully operationalized to
reflect the degree of psychosexuality integration, with different modes
of manifestations and different correlates of interpersonal behavior
associated with various levels on the integration continuum.
The multiple issues raised suggests that
a particular type of structure and composition…is required.
Thus, the accomplishment of the aforementioned aims require that the
meeting be from a more comprehensive perspective.
Linguistics has become a magic word in
language instruction of today. Vigorous activity …has stretched linguistics
beyond…esoteric enclaves…and brought it cascading down through the high
school and elementary grades.
first of those passages is the prissy pirouette of the practiced posture-master.
Ah, what skills. How prettily he prances from the operationalization of
constructs to the reflection of the degree of integration, and
gracefully glides on into modes of manifestation and correlates associated
with levels on the continuum. Ah, how smart he must be. And how professional.
How proud of him his mother must be, although probably not, we'd
be willing to wager, nearly as proud of him as he is of himself. The attribute
that always leaks out of such writing is that supposed virtue that educationists
have chosen, ignoring logic in the service of sentimentality, as both
a requisite to education and its best reward--Self-esteem.
The voice of that passage, however, is not
just the voice of self-esteem. It is the voice of a man full of
self-esteem. It is the pompous voice of self-awarded authority, the voice
of command, the mighty voice from "above," in which no decent
human should speak. It is Father Tongue.
The second passage is an example of failed
Father Tongue. Close, but no cigar. The writer is evidently an apprentice
posture-master. He does want to strut with the proud walkers, but he keeps
on stumbling because he hasn't learned to tie his shoelaces. He is Huxley's
snotty little seminarian, who dresses up in the bishop's flashy regalia.
His grammatical gaucheries would be inconsequential if his language were
"vital and natural," but in the context of that pretentious
jargon, they are laughable calamities.
The third writer's just a little boy
who thinks it would be really neat to grow up to be a posture-master
some day. So far, he has neither the words nor the tune, but he is quite
as eater to be a proud walker as Tom Sawyer is to be a highwayman, who
will hold his victims for "ransom," as it says "in the
books," even though he has never felt the need to stop and reckon
what that means.
Our habitual scrutiny of language has confirmed
us in sexism. Men and women are different, essentially and (we hope) ineradicably.
Men don't grow up. Pure seriousness seizes only a few of them, and only
from time to time. They pretend to be something. They pretend to be sages
or soldiers, or anything in between. Even the most witless and inept can
find some system, made by men and for men, that will pay
him for pretending to be a superintendent of schools, or a language arts
facilitator, or something. And the score is kept in those sad games not
by what one gets done, but by how one plays, which means, among other
things, doing one's "work" exclusively in Father Tongue.
The crusty Dr. Johnson, in one of his most
outrageous wisecracks, opined that listening to a woman preaching a sermon
would be like watching a dog walking on its hind legs. We would be astonished
not that she might do it well, but that she does it at all.
Tsk, we used to think. That is not a nice thing to say. We
were wrong. In fact, nice is exactly what it is--look it up, if
you must--for it makes a fine and subtle distinction.
Johnson knew the difference between Father
Tongue and Mother Tongue. He knew what he meant by "preaching,"
an exercise in the artificial language used by men for saying exactly
what they are supposed to say. Misogynist though he was, Johnson knew
that no woman, uncompelled, would ever do such a thing.
Yes, we do know that there are dippy women
who want to speak Father Tongue, who understand no more than most
men how pitiable a display they make of their captivity, for it is
captivity, not liberation. A man who speaks Mother Tongue can make
his own place. A woman who speaks Father Tongue might fill a vacancy in
the ranks of the proud walkers. And she'd better have good, strong hind
Sheer Doctoral Competence
High Order Acquisition Testimony to
High-standard Endeavor where
Seminars Plumb Assists
Awesomeness Partially Comprehended in Texas
YES, it's true. Only
in Texas could it happen, and only Nolan Estes could have brought it off.
It was Estes, as superintendent of schools in Dallas, who put an end to
busing. With a single flap of his nimble tongue, he sent the children
to school in motorized attendance modules. So we just knew that
if there was any educationist who might partially comprehend the awesomeness
of superintending, it would have to be good ol' Nolan.
He says so himself, in a real fine
article we found in Texas School Business. (You won't find a sprightlier
journal of thrusts from out on the cutting edge of the fast lane than
good ol' TSB.) Estes' article, co-authored by one L. D. Haskew,
who doesn't seem to have made any difference, is called "The Cooperative
Superintendcy Program," but maybe that's a typo. It's really about
some great superintendency program that Estes is running at the
University of Texas, where he has become a "Professor" and also
an "Education Administrator," or maybe just a plain "Professor
Education Administrator." From the way it's printed, it's hard to
tell. Anyway, it's a swell job for an experienced flapper of tongue. Consider
Doctoral courses in Educational Administration
focus on high-level superintending attainments (e. g. planmaking as
well as upon intellectual development (e. g. organization strategy for
Instruction) and sheer doctoral competence (e. g. research design, rational
thinking). Seminars, called "Leadership Clinics," plumb the
technological assists to constructive leaderly superintending. Dissertation
design and publication are high-standard endeavors which also focus
on a chosen facet of superintending's broad concerns. Flexibility in
the hourly schedules for TEA work-assignment performance enhances competence-development
by course engagements. The Fellows emerge with a University of Texas
Ph.D. degree as testimony to high order professional and scholarly acquisitions.
How's that for sheer doctoral competence
in high-standard endeavor?
It is entertaining, of course, to think
of plumbing the assists and enhancing that "competence-development"
by "course engagements." And we could provide you a titter by
prowling through the piece and telling you that the elements abound with
training, that performances will be factored into competencies, that far
upness must escalate, and that there should be plenty of relational constructiveness
with workmates. It might be fun to hear that when Estes and Haskew say
"Artifacts from administrative/developmental performance,"
they don't mean, as one who knows both the meaning of "artifact"
and the nature of educationistic labors might suppose, dried up ball-points,
æroplanes folded from memos, and paperclips malformed into projectiles.
E. and H. mean, however, "newspaper clippings, citations or awards,
pointed [?] letters of commendation, employee evaluation sheets."
Or we might consider superintending itself, myriad in its demands, they
say, and test whether we too--so naive that we can't even understand
why people who want a Leadership Clinic don't just go and have
one, instead of setting up a seminar and then calling it a
Leadership Clinic--test whether we can hope to comprehend partially
the awesomeness of superintending.
But this, unlike the esoteric TSB, is
a humble little journal of simple ideas. It's as much as we can do to
handle the easy stuff. Hyphens, for instance. Hyphens, in fact, can tell
us all we need to know about sheer doctoral competence (e.g. rational
thinking) in Texas.
These sheer "doctors" of educationism
have as much trouble with little things as with big (e.g. rational
thinking). They are holistic, and can not waste attention on mere
details, unless, of course, they have to do with expense allowances and
fringe benefits. You must have noticed, in the cited passage, that the
"high-level attainments" and "high-standard endeavors"
suggest the tastes and habits of some environment other than Academe.
"Now this here's your easy-clean high-standard chopper-dicer."
But, more to the point, we are led to wonder about the "acquisitions"
at the end of the paragraph. How come they're only "high order"
instead of "high-order"? Is there, in fact, some significant
(and intended) distinction between "high level" and "high-level,"
a distinction that the authors judiciously chose not to make in
the case of "high order"? Is that absent hyphen simply a typo,
which the authors, had they noticed it, would have taken pains to "correct"
in the interests of clarity and precision, or out of mere sheer doctoral
And what distinction do the hyphens clarify
in "competence-development" and "work-assignment performance"?
Is it the same in both cases? The former can only mean the development
of competence, and that is what it would mean without the hyphen.
But if the latter means the assignment of work, then the "fellows"
must be those who perform the assignment of the work rather
than the work itself. So what the hell is it with these hyphens?
If you pay close attention to the sheer
doctoral scribbles of educationists, and if you assume that unusual practice
must serve some principle, you will understand why nothing can be done
about schools. The people who manage them won't even pay attention to
their own utterances, and they serve no coherent principles. See what
principle you can derive from these forms, all from Estes and Haskew:
a post in top-management
elements-of-activity arc set up
majority-choice is the exception
research and/or literature-synthesis
There. Now, if your work-assignment
performance has been high-level, you will be smarting from office-insolence
and in danger of mind-o'erthrowment.
The Lady with the Lump
I can stand out the war with any man.
Nightingale Clobbered! Sings no More
Intentionality of Consciousness
Reported in Family Ecosystem
Just when we thought
we had it all figured out, just as we had definitely concluded
that women would never indulge themselves in the ludicrous linguistic
posturing so natural to men, we got some bad news from Akron. It came
in these very words, and we are afraid that they may have been written
by a woman:
Assumptions from theories
of ecology and phenomenology provide an ecological-phenomenological
perspective. The ecological-phenomenological perspective provides the
framework for graduate education to prepare family health nurses to
assist families in sustaining that quality of life which enables them
to survive and prevail. From an ecological-phenomenological*
perspective the faculty views families within a macro-ecosystem, a meta-ecosystem,
and a micro-ecosystem; and perceives the phenomena of the family ecosystem
in terms of the intentionality of consciousness of enfamilied selves
as reported by family members.
And there's more, lots more. And it's all
the same, of course, except when it's worse. That "intentionality,"
for example, is later defined--well, not defined, but at least viewed--"viewed
as those motives and goals that lead to expansions of consciousness."
And consciousness "is viewed as five domains of living: valuing,
thinking, feeling, acting, and intuiting."
Now you might suspect that when intentionality
does lead to expansion of consciousness, it might, at least, open up a
couple of new domains, loafing about and wool-gathering, perhaps, but
no. It turns out that "expansion of consciousness is viewed as a
dialectical process which encompasses thesis of being, antithesis of doing
and synthesis of becoming."
If all this puts you in mind of one of those
real intellectual institution places where they figure the ontological
is-ness of It All, it's only because you've forgotten--and who can blame
you?--the key word in the cited passage: "nurse."
Yes, this is all about how they "teach"
nurses something or other at the College of Nursing at the University
Florence Nightingale said that she could
stand the war, and she did. She also said:
No man, not even a doctor, ever
gives any other definition of what a nurse should be than this--"devoted
and obedient." This definition would do just as well for a porter.
It might even do for a horse.
Somehow, we don't think it cheers her to
know that the women who are defining the nurse are so docile
and obedient that they even want to talk like men, which no self-respecting
horse would dream of.
The Leipzig Connection
by Paolo Lionni and Lance J. Klass
Heron Books, Inc.
P.O. Box 563, Portland, OR 97207
WE HAVE given the publisher's
address because you are going to have trouble finding this book. You can
order it for a measly $3.75 plus postage, and we wish you would. It's
The Leipzig Connection is an account
of the birth and the earliest outrages and fiascos of what is now the
profitable practice of "educational psychology," of which "service"
only certain agencies of government seem to feel any need. And how that
came to be so, you will also discover.
Its title makes the book sound like a thriller,
and in a way it is. There isn't a drop of blood shed, but of that kind
of violence that nuts commit daily against millions of minds, there's
[Ed. Note: We know from the mail that many
of you have read our assistant circulation manager's recent The Graves
of Academe. You may remember the profit he took from a single
passage in Leipzig.]
HAVING just read "Sheer
Doctoral Competence," you may be curious (as you had better be) about
the great American superintending scam. Where do those guys come
from? How come so many of them keep turning up again and again, all over
the country, like itinerant mountebanks? Is some sinister syndicate sending
us all these silly superintendents?
And you can read the sordid details in Jerome
Cramer's "One Step Ahead of the Sheriff," which appeared in
Washington Monthly, March 1982. It's worth a trip, even quite a
long trip, to the library.
Of the Making of many Books,
there is no End.
Much Study is a Weariness
of the Flesh;
and he that increaseth Knowledge
Notes from Central Control
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And so, Goodbye until September.
Neither can his mind be thought
to be in tune, whose words do jarre; nor his reason in frame, whose
sentence is preposterous.
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